Jack Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac

Jack
Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
1922
1969

American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation

Author Quotes

When it is recognized that there is nothing beyond what is seen of the mind itself, the discrimination of being and non-being ceases and, as there is thus no external world as the object of perception, nothing remains but the solitude of Reality.

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

You're a genius all the time.

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter? And a big soft gust of rain came down.

Why is he so mad about white tiled sinks and ?kitchen machinery? he calls it? People have good hearts whether or not they live like Dharma Bums.

You don't know what to say to me because the kingdom is within...flesh and blood's dream...so you fly now, pay later, all of us...I mean actually it's PAY NOW, FLY LATER.

When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come true. Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy. It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness.

Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

You guys are going somewhere or just going? - We do not understand the question, but it was a damn good question.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.

When you?ve understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can?t understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

Wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Where Buddha and Tao Meet: stop seeking pleasures, satisfy your natural wants; break clean from ambitions, escape from the urge to improve, be like a kid and salvation will come of itself.

With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.

You know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?

With the emergence of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the road

You know when I was a little kid in Oregon I didn't feel that I was and American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper gray censorship of all our real human values but and when I discovered Buddhism and all I suddenly felt that I had lived in a previous lifetime innumerable ages ago and now because of the faults and sins in that lifetime I was being degraded to a more grievous domain of existence and my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

Where'd you learn to do all these funny things?' he laughed. 'And you know I say funny but there's sumpthin so durned sensible about 'em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Ohio to L.A. and I make more money than you ever had in your whole life as a hobo, but you're the one who enjoys life and not only that but you do it without workin or a whole lot of money. Now who's smart, you or me?' And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

You never die enough to cry.

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First Name
Jack
Last Name
Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
Birth Date
1922
Death Date
1969
Bio

American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation